Whenever I cut I feel okay at first-
I feel calm and mellowed down-
and then the wave of guilt hits me.
Its almost like eating a Warhead candy
and forgetting how repulsively sour they are.
Or like forgetting to stir your Greek yogurt-
then it leaves a foul taste at the back of your throat.
Instead of a terrible sour flavor,
or a nasty taste at the back of my throat-
I get the urge to ***** after I cut.
I don't know whether its guilt... or what.
But I hate it
-Lynn
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Whenever I cut I feel okay at first-
I feel calm and mellowed down-
and then the wave of guilt hits me.
Its almost like eating a Warhead candy
and forgetting how repulsively sour they are.
Or like forgetting to stir your Greek yogurt-
then it leaves a foul taste at the back of your throat.
Instead of a terrible sour flavor,
or a nasty taste at the back of my throat-
I get the urge to ***** after I cut.
I don't know whether its guilt... or what.
But I hate it
-Lynn
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